TRICO singeth.

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Hat Bird so sings, yet so dos wayle ?   O t'is the rauish'd Nightingale. Iug, Iug, Iug, Iug, tereu, shee cryes, And still her woes at Midnight rise. Braue prick song ! who is't now we heare ? None but the Larke so shrill and cleare ; How at heauens gats she claps her wings, The Morne no waking till shee sings. Heark, heark, with what a pretty throat Poore Robin red-breast tunes his note ; Hear how the iolly Cuckoes sing Cuckoe, to welcome in the spring, Cuckoe, to welcome in the spring.